More than a dozen flickering clusters of light, like a dream, as if they were nothingness and as if they had entities, were stunned by the elm, and directly submerged into the elm's body and disappeared.

In the next moment, the inner world of Elm, which had been washed by spiritual power, was incorporated into the light cluster, and the originally gray inner world was like seeing the light through the clouds, and for the first time, there was a second kind of light in addition to the red of the moon in the sky.

This light is pure and bright, like the purest thing in the world, illuminating the whole inner world.

With light as a species, the world is empty.

The black dragon swimming in the heart lake of elm slowly probed out at this moment and cast its eyes on the light.

The black dragon's huge dragon eyes are pure and clear, like the purest ice species, without any impurities.

At this moment, the trace black dragon, which was originally just forcibly fused by the elm, was finally completely controlled by the elm.

At this moment, he is the black dragon, and he is the ascetic who is slowly moving forward on the path of traces!

It's just that on this avenue, he has only just started, and he is still quite far from the real peak.

When Elm's spiritual sense completely controlled the black dragon, scenes flashed through his mind one by one.

There is an old master who teaches and educates people in his hometown. There is a red robe that amazes Bai Yao.

There is a big man surnamed Wang who he killed for the first time. has Tu Shan Moyan, who has been with him since then.

There was Situ Tang who looked at him with a smile on his head ring made of two branches. There is a spirit god with his disciples, and a sword cuts through the clear sky of ten thousand clouds.

There is Senior Su who led him to refine the Seventh Mountain. There is a scholar Wang Zhi who expresses his chest directly on the mountain path.

There is a girl who lives in the red dust, but her eyes are pure and bright.

There is a brother who incarnates as the Scorpion King and shows no mercy.

There is a lonely grave on a hill outside Pear Blossom City, and there are family members who visit it every year. When spring comes the following year, there will be pear blossoms blooming all over the mountain.

There is a shopkeeper in the moat city, the yellowed plaque on the bookstore, and a new set of tea sets are prepared under the counter, looking forward to his brother Fang. At that time, the shopkeeper would proudly boast about how filial his son who became a spiritual cultivator was.

There is Lu Buyi, who has a natural face, pursues the way of strength and weakness, and was finally beheaded by him himself.

There is Bai Zhenjun, the first person in that world, who smiled and promised that if he achieved Xuanling, he could hold a wedding with his daughter.

There is an incarnation that smiles and nods at his own body, and then explodes to open the void and open an escape path for the body, Aoki Seedling in the Aoki Forest.

There was a fate, but he saved himself, from outside the world, wearing a strange set of armor, and gave himself a bag of Huazi Li Xiang.

Finally, not long ago, the girl who carried sunflowers on her shoulders and smiled like the sun.

Unconsciously, Elm had closed his eyes, and at this time, he finally understood what the way of traces was, and what traces were!

It turns out that it is not just things that remain in the surface that can be called traces. In people's hearts, the same can be done.

There are people who have done all the bad things in their lives, but before they die, they have done a small good deed. For example, save a sword that is not your own.

Some people have done good deeds and accumulated virtues in their lives, but they were constantly thinking about it in their hearts by such an evil thing that they had done, and finally it became a desperate sound.

Things and things, people and demons, sentient beings and souls in the world, ruthless dead things, there are always traces in the heart.

Creatures, whether they have wisdom or not, there are always big and small things that fall on the heart, leaving traces that cannot be erased.

Dead things, after all, have been catalyzed by the years, as long as there are traces falling, they are all places where my mind is accessible!

The moment of the palm traces, the top of the avenue! Where the traces remain, they are the steps of my ascension!

The three thousand avenues are also divided into high and low sizes.

The way of tangible things is the path, the sun, moon and stars are eternal as the middle way, the time and space of the time and space are the traces of the sky, and the reincarnation controls the wind, rain and thunder, and the road is the avenue!

It was only now that Yumu completely realized that he had realized the way of the traces of his fur and the gift of others, which turned out to be the supreme avenue!

Yumu didn't know that when he was enlightened, there was a great avenue manifesting above his roof, and the cranes were swaying. There are three ways next to the river, and the flowers bloom on the other side. There is a clear breeze and a bright moon, and there are mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.

Such a grand scene, but unfortunately the viewer is only Qingyun.

The Qingyun Realm Lord's eyes narrowed slightly at this moment, like an old man in the twilight, looking at the thousands of weather in the elm, and a smile slowly bloomed on a face carved by wind, frost, snow and rain.

In the end, the old man just sighed lightly: "There is no saying that the back wave is not as good as the front wave." If one day, the back wave is not as good as the front wave, then there is really no hope. ”

The reincarnation of the heavenly visions is endless, and the old man in the void naturally understands the enlightenment of the elm, and it takes a lot of effort to do it. The old man hesitated for a moment, and the figure landed from the void and stood in Yuechan's small courtyard.

In the room, Yuechan's thin hands like chicken paws picked up a bronze mirror and looked at herself in the mirror blankly.

In the mirror, Yuechan's long hair is white, from the head down, all into a thin body. Only that face, as usual, can be broken by blowing.

Yuechan seemed to be a little incredulous, so she looked at the bronze mirror blankly, the bright light in the girl's eyes had completely disappeared at this moment, and what was left behind was only lifeless.

When she was in a daze, a pair of small hands suddenly lightly covered the bronze mirror, so that Yuechan could no longer see herself clearly in the mirror.

Yuechan turned her head in a daze, and the little hands on the mirror were put on Tu Shanmoyan, who had turned into a human shape, and this kind of operation like covering her ears and stealing the bell seemed to be saying: As long as you can't see it, you will always be the sister Yuechan, the sister Yuechan who has not changed at all.

Yuechan was not the slightest surprised, as if she had known that Tu Shan Moyan could turn into a human form.

Her lifeless eyes, without the brightness and vigor of the past, just stared blankly at the lovely little girl in front of her.

Two lines of tears flowed down Tu Shan Moyan's face, and he shouted loudly: "Sister Yue, we don't look in the mirror, is it okay for Xiao Moyan to accompany you outside to dig bamboo shoots?"

"Really, I don't lie to you, thief...... Elm all said it was delicious!"

Yuechan opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything. A pair of thin palms, as if they had no strength, moved the small hands of Tu Shan Moyan, who was already a spirit demon, away.

Yuechan, who was covered with snow, quietly looked at herself in the mirror, and the last faint, almost inaudible voice sounded: "If you only look at your face now, my snow-covered head seems to be quite good." ”

Tu Shan Moyan on the side was quiet, but there were more tears.

Even mortals are afraid of old age and twilight, like green silk turning into snow at dusk, let alone Yuechan, who has not changed at all for so many years?

At this time, the little fox was a little afraid to look at Yuechan.

It's not because of the change in her body, but she can't imagine Yuechan's inner thoughts now, she feels that even if she can be respected as a real person, she can't accept this change!

The old man standing in the courtyard looked at this scene with an expressionless face, but in the depths of his eyes, a trace of helplessness flashed out.

If she hadn't equipped that piece of spiritual Heavenly Demon Spirit Yuan with a physical body and given her a life of more than ten years, she might be much better now.

But then again, if there was no body he made, Yuechan in the house would not even deserve to have this more than ten years of life.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and misfortune at this time may not be the blessing at the beginning.

In the final analysis, the human heart is made of flesh, and the old man originally thought that he should have been like iron and stone for countless years of life and death for the sake of God.

It's just that at this moment, looking at Yuechan in front of him, who is like a withering flower, the old man also has a trace of sadness in his heart.

It's just that this sadness doesn't stay for a moment, and then it dissipates as if it never appeared.

The old man muttered to himself: "Objects are just objects after all, even if they have human nature, they are still objects in essence. ”

"I have given you more than ten years of life, allowing you to incarnate from a piece of Heavenly Demon Spirit Yuan to an adult, and live more than ten years of ordinary life. ”

"Although you can't go far, you can't get out, but it's a lot better than a cold stone, isn't it?"

"Now, it's time for you to leave. Now that you're an adult, you should thank me in your heart. ”

"Make the best use of things, and you will be the last pass for me to temper that young man. ”

"If he beheads you, he will have a smooth road from now on, and it is not impossible to be comparable to the Lord of the Shepherds in the future. After all, he was gifted by God with the Trace Dao, which is something that I was not qualified to get before, and you can imagine how important it is. ”

"If he can't kill you, this seat will personally control him to make a move, and if he doesn't kill the demon in his heart, how can he achieve the top of the avenue?"

"So, this seat will give you time to fish, and finally time to be human. You, to cherish. ”

The old man in the courtyard was obviously just muttering to himself, but Yuechan in the house seemed to have heard everything and knew everything about herself, and she froze again.

After a long time, Yuechan said softly: "Okay." ”

Yuechan dropped the bronze mirror, reluctantly stood up, looked at Tu Shan Moyan with tears on her face, her eyes were full of sadness, Yuechan tried her best to move the corners of her mouth, pulled out a smile, and said: "Moyan, you go dig bamboo shoots, and you will make a plate of fried meat with bamboo shoots for your sister later, okay?"

"Sister, I'm going to go fishing in Elm. Yuechan's voice was a little choked, "After all, we are friends, and he promised me that he would accompany me to fish." ”

Tu Shan Moyan stood dumbfounded, and finally suddenly turned his head and ran all the way out of the house, his little hands on his eyes for some reason, presumably to avoid some things called "tears", let's flow out!

The little fox didn't look back, ran all the way to the gate of the courtyard, and then stopped on the spot, turned his back to the old man in the yard and Yuechan in the house, and shouted loudly with all his strength: "Okay, Sister Yue!"

"I'll dig up the most tender bamboo shoots and give you fried meat to eat!"

When the words fell, the little fox ran out whimpering, and the wind quietly blew away the cry, and on the path to the bamboo forest next to the village, there were drops of water dripping like rain.

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